Trinity

A/N: Hello again. I hope you like this chapter. It’s very…tense. I don’t have any real notes. All disclaimers used for the first chapter still apply.

Chapter 1: Flowers of Fire

Close as he was to her, Itachi could smell the light perfume she wore. Sakura smelled like a mixture of flowers and rosemary, along with the heady scent of fresh grass and the outdoors. Her eyes were like deep wells of emerald, and he was drawn in by the fire that lived deep within them. Some time between when she was a girl and now, Haruno Sakura had gone from being the light breeze a woman should be to a hurricane, though he only saw it if he had her this way. Most days, she was serene.

Face placid, movements graceful, Sakura went through life as if practicing the movements of a dance. But he had come to notice things about her, when she thought he did not see, that led him to believe that she was different from other women. Sakura’s eyes flashed when something happened that might anger her. While a woman was human, and certainly would become angry, it was not proper for her to show that anger around men. No, Sakura wore a mask. It hid her true self, which he was certain she only showed to his brother and that bothersome little brat of a bodyguard he had.

The feeling her hair running through his fingers was like watered silk, and Itachi tried very hard not to like it so much as he did. “Little flower…” he said, as he had many times since she was very small “…can you be spared for a day?”

Her eyes widened in confusion for a moment before her right hand came to rest at the top of her obi, as if she were clutching at her heart. “Itachi-sama…I—“

He interrupted her, pressing closer to emphasize his words. “I only ask because I have guests arriving from a neighboring village. Could you come to us? I have heard you sing,” his breath was now coming in a slightly faster tempo, “and it is rare to hear something so sweet. Can you sing for us?”

Sakura’s mouth worked open and shut. She tried to speak, but could not. A small, choked sound issued from her throat, and Itachi felt cold steel at his neck. There was a dark, menacing voice in his ear. “Is there any reason why you feel it necessary to molest my servants, brother? Sakura.”

The girl’s face became instantly composed at the sound of Sasuke’s voice. Itachi’s eye twitched. “Yes, Sasuke-dono?”

“Please go and help Kurenai-san in the kitchen.” Sasuke’s blade pressed harder against his throat, and Itachi backed away from the girl, who instantly sprang away to do her master’s bidding. He soon found his back connecting with the wall. “Itachi.” His brother’s eyes glared black fire at him as he said, “For the very last time, I am warning you. Touch her again, and you’ll lose that hand.”

Itachi’s smirk spread over his lips, then up to his eyes. “But little brother,” he said in a quiet, deadly voice, “she is not your wife, is she? If Sakura wishes it, she may consent to whatever I may ask of her.”

Sasuke had sheathed his blade, but still glared at him. “Sakura would never assent to that. And if you try to take her against her will, there is no god in Heaven that will protect you.” The younger man said this with such conviction that for only a moment, Itachi was frightened. The moment passed, and he made a dismissive sound before walking away from his brother. He never had understood the bond that Sasuke had with that maid. To be sure, she was lovely. She always had been. But for him to invoke the gods against a member of his own family as a threat…this was something that went well beyond protecting what was yours.

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Dinner was quiet, as always. Naruto sat between Sakura and Iruka this evening, watching the family’s table from across the hall. Sasuke was made to sit next to Itachi as always, but his back was a bit stiffer than it had been earlier. “Sakura,” Naruto murmured, “what is going on?”

Setting down her teacup, Sakura whispered, “Itachi-sama approached me again.”

His grip on the chopsticks he held tightened. “How bad was it this time?”

The girl next to him shifted on her cushion. “Sasuke-dono drew his sword.” Naruto put down his chopsticks, opting to take a sip of his tea and nodded for her to continue. “He wants me to sing for him and his guests, Naruto. I have not yet told Sasuke-dono this…should I even bother? I am certain that Itachi-sama knows I cannot do as he asks unless Sasuke-dono were to consent, and we both know that he would never allow me to be alone with his brother.”

Naruto nodded in agreement. “You should tell Sasuke-dono. As Iruka-sensei says, it is better to know the full face of the enemy, rather than be surprised by a sudden wart.” At this, he cracked a smile. There was nothing like the weapon smith’s strange sayings to make him laugh. They never failed to make Sakura smile. Except, he noticed from the corner of his eye that she was not smiling. “Sakura-chan…are you all right?”

“No…I think that I must go lay down. My head feels light.” Rising gracefully, Sakura excused herself politely and retired for the evening to the room she shared with Naruto and Sasuke. His eyes immediately trained upon his master, who looked annoyed. After a moment, Naruto returned to eating his dinner. He sensed something wrong in the air, but he could not identify it. Perhaps he was being overly cautious.

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Sighing, Sakura closed the door to the room, then rose from her kneeling position. Immediately, she went to the dressing screen. The events of the past few hours had left her drained of energy, and wishing for the softness of her futon. As she removed her obijime cord, she wondered. What was that feeling from before? It was like a hot lump of coal was dropped into her stomach. The entire situation was difficult for her to understand. Folding all of the various pieces of her kimono took longer than it usually did, as she continually fumbled with knots, and then found herself staring off into space at least twice.

Finally, she had the kimono on its stand, and all the little oddments folded and placed on the shelf. Slipping on her sleeping yukata, Sakura tied the narrow white obi at her waist, and stepped out to take her futon from the low closet near the window. The darkened room suddenly felt strange, as if there were another person in it. She reached into her sleeve, finding the fan that she’d transferred there from behind her obi. “Is someone there?” she called, her voice sounding small in the large room. There was no answer. “Please, who is it?” The light coming in through the paper windows was insufficient. She slid one open, and moonlight spilled in, casting a stripe of silver over the room’s interior. Still, there was no one. Another window open allowed her to see that there was indeed no one else.

The feeling of being watched was still there. No, it was not as if she were being watched. She only felt as if there were a dark presence. Perhaps she was only being paranoid. Her hand left her sleeve, and she took her futon from the small cupboard, spreading it out under the window at the rear of the room before closing all of the windows and laying down. A sigh of contentment came from her throat. As with every night, Sakura cast her eyes to the ceiling, and murmured, “Oyasumi nasai, Tokotachi-dono.” And as with each time she did this, she was reminded of the strange warmth she felt when he had told her that everything would be all right. It was as if she had her father with her at all times. That was a silly thought, since her father was killed before she was born.

Having never met the man, she did not know what kind of man he was. All she knew was that he was a samurai, and had been murdered. Her mother refused to speak of him, and it was not as if Sakura could blame her. If Sasuke-dono or Naruto died, she would not wish to think of them, lest the pain come back afresh. Closing her eyes against that thought, Sakura felt herself being taken by sleep. Still, that feeling…

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Sasuke stood by and allowed his mother to kiss his cheek. “Sasuke-kun,” she said in her gentle voice, “Itachi says that he has asked Sakura-chan to help with his guests from Edo.” He flinched, and made a face. “You know he has no maid of his own, Sasuke. Might you spare her for a day?” That was a dirty trick. He shot a glare over her shoulder at his brother, who was leaning against one of the beams supporting the porch. There was a smile on his face that begged for a beating. He wouldn’t mind delivering one, if they weren’t around their mother.

“Mother,” he said quietly, “I am afraid that even if I could spare her, I would not. I fear his intentions are less honorable than he is willing to tell you.”

Her gasp was full of disbelief. “Sasuke! How can you say such a thing about your brother!?”

His voice was completely impassive as he replied, “I only speak the truth as I see it, Mother.” The woman nodded, understanding.

“Be that as it may, my darling…there is no one else. If they are to be entertained, you will have to allow Sakura to be the one to do it. All of the other maids are going to be busy.” Her face took on a stern look, and turned to her elder son. “You be a good boy, Itachi.”

With all the sincerity of a charlatan doctor, Itachi murmured gravely, “Yes, mother…I will.” With that, she left them. Itachi smirked victoriously. “Dear brother, you look as if I had just stolen your favorite toy.” Sasuke’s fists clenched at his sides as he fought to calm himself. Itachi had better not do anything to Sakura. Damn him! Then, after a long moment of looking at that horrible smile, he returned it with one of his own, but this one was full of nothing but venom.

“Remember what I said, Itachi. If you want your hands—and if your guests value their lives—no one will touch her.” He watched his brother step toward him, the taller man looming. One of Itachi’s hands grasped a handful of his hair, yanking hard. When their faces were only a breath apart, Itachi spoke.

“There is nothing you can do to hurt me, brother…when will you learn that? But I wonder if she will squirm…the way you did?” The malevolent light in Itachi’s eyes seemed to make them glow.

Sasuke’s entire body stiffened. “Take your hands off of me.”

His brother’s voice became seductive, causing a shiver to run down his spine, and his stomach to become nauseated. “Why do you not make me? You never really complained…back then.”

“You bastard…” Sasuke growled, “…I was four years old. I had no idea what you were doing to me. And so help me,” He drew a knife from his sleeve, pressing it to the pale, supple skin of Itachi’s throat, “if you touch Sakura in that way, I will kill you.”

Itachi’s laughter was hot against his face. “Oh, and I thought you would only cut off my hands? But do you not remember, little brother…” Pale fingers gently clasped his wrist, and just like when he was a little boy, Sasuke was suddenly powerless to stop anything Itachi did. His hand was pushed so gently away from his brother’s throat, Itachi’s voice dark and caressing his skin. “Remember how you loved my hands, Sasuke?” He could not move. Those red eyes were holding him, paralyzing his every muscle as hands ran over the skin of his neck, one pulling his kimono over his shoulder to stroke at his shoulder and chest. Itachi’s lips brushed over his, little sparks igniting, dancing through his body. “Remember, how you cried for me…how you begged me…how you clung to me…”

“Sasuke-dono!” Naruto’s voice cut through the haze in his head, bringing him back to the present. The voice was so near, so close, that he was astonished to not have heard the other man approach. “Come away, Sasuke-dono…” Naruto’s hands extricated him from Itachi’s grip, and blue eyes glared icy daggers at the tall Uchiha. “Please excuse us, Itachi-sama,” he muttered coolly, “It is time for bed.” With a stiff bow, Naruto pulled at Sasuke’s arm, and they moved toward their room. Sasuke looked back at his brother, whose face was still engrossed in an indecent smile. When they rounded the corner of the house, and were nearly at the door to the room they shared with Sakura, Naruto stopped, and turned back to look at him. “Are you all right, Sasuke-dono?”

Trying to brush it off as he did most things, he snapped, “I am fine, you idiot.”

That caused him to be shoved hard against the wooden planks of the house. Naruto’s eyes bored into his, blue and intense. “Sasuke-dono…do not hide from me. What did Itachi-sama say? He was…he was touching you.” There was a pained look in those eyes as Naruto flinched at his own words. “Are you really all right?” He took a short moment to observe their situation. Naruto’s hands were bunched in the front of his kimono, his body pressed tightly against Sasuke’s. He could smell sweat and earth, weapon oil, and then the tang that was nothing but Naruto. This, combined with the fever that had returned at that insidious touch that Itachi imposed upon him, made him feel a sick sort of need.

One of Sasuke’s hands rose, toying with the shoulder of Naruto’s haori. The solid muscle beneath was warm, and Sasuke tried hard not to let this get to him. “Let me go.”

“Yes Sasuke-dono.” Naruto released him, his eyes immediately looking at his feet. “Please…I do not like to see you upset…not really. And Itachi-sama is so very good at making you so. Please, tell me what is wrong?”

Sasuke nodded, and slid down the wall, coming to a seated position. “Naruto…how much do you know about Itachi?”

His servant seated himself before him in seiza position, and said, “He is your brother, has a cool disposition, and is very intelligent…and seems to have an unhealthy liking for both you and Sakura.”

Sasuke nodded. “When I was very young…before you came to live here…Itachi did things to me. Do you know of what I speak?” Naruto’s eyes widened, the moonlight catching them, and Sasuke looked away. “He has intensified his attentions toward Sakura, Naruto. I tried to warn him that he would not be allowed to get away with any mischief, but he only…” He couldn’t finish. He didn’t want to finish. It was not right how good it felt for his brother to touch him.

Naruto bit his lip. “Sasuke-dono…” One hand reached out, clasping his shoulder. “If you ever need, I am here. For whatever reason. Remember…we are parts of the same whole.” For…whatever reason? Sasuke looked up at him. Naruto’s eyes told him that whatever he needed, no matter what it was, he would give it. But did he really want to do that to Naruto? The strange young man had become more than a servant to him. He was like his right arm. If Naruto were to die, there would be a piece of him that would no longer function. It was the same with Sakura. Did he want to taint that relationship with the need he felt? Did he?

“Naruto…” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, “I need…” Sasuke found his body leaning forward, heat blossoming in parts of him that should not be, and his hands gripped the white cloth of the other man’s haori. His eyes were half closed, and his heart was pounding in his chest. “Please…Naruto…this need…it will not leave me be…” Blue eyes grew impossibly wide as he felt Naruto’s body stiffen slightly. “I am sorry, Naruto…” He tried to disentangle his fingers from the haori, but large warm hands enfolded his.

He blinked in confusion as Naruto smiled. “Whatever you need, Sasuke-dono…please, let me help you.”

There were no words to describe the amount of shock Sasuke felt. “N…Naruto?” All he got in return was a nod and a smile. That smile was rather awkward, but he knew it to be sincere. His breathing eased. If only for just this once, the feelings he had were all right, and he was not abnormal. “Naruto…please, can you kiss me?” His lips were only a hair’s breadth away from those of his servant now. The heat from Naruto’s body was radiating into him, fueling the need that grew in his belly.

After a brief pause, during which Sasuke was certain the other man would turn away, Naruto breathed, “I can refuse you nothing, Sasuke-dono. You have but to ask, and I shall give my life to you. A kiss is poor payment for all that you have given me…” No sooner had this been said, than warm lips met his, and his eyes slid shut entirely. Sasuke breathed deeply through his nose, taking in the scent of Naruto, and his hands moved up until he enfolded the young man in his arms. Hands threaded through his hair, and pulled him closer as Naruto’s mouth opened slightly, his tongue moving against the seam of Sasuke’s lips. It only took a short instant before he allowed entrance, and Naruto deepened the kiss.

When Naruto’s mouth finally parted from his, both young men were panting. “S…Sasuke-dono…I…” Unless Sasuke was mistaken—and he was sure that he was not—Naruto was as flushed as he. The need within him temporarily slaked, Sasuke leaned back against the wall. He looked at Naruto, waiting. The hesitation in his voice said that he wanted to say something more. “…I love you.”

Though he found it a little strange, Sasuke did not think it unnatural for his servant to say such a thing. But what he did find to be odd was the feeling it gave him. The need that had been satisfied before redoubled in strength, and he pulled Naruto to him, holding him close. “Idiot…” he muttered before mouthing at the juncture of the other man’s neck and shoulder, “…I love you…” his tongue lapped at the large tendon in Naruto’s neck, “I need you…always.”

A low moan came from Naruto, and a hand gripped at his hair, pulling his head back and exposing his neck. Hot breath ghosted along the pale skin of his throat, sending shivers through his entire body. “Sasuke-dono…” Naruto whispered before his tongue traced the large tendon on the left side of his neck, “I am yours…”

The burning need he felt flared, and he suddenly wanted more. More of the heat that gathered in his stomach…more of the feeling of Naruto against him. “Naru—aaaah—“ a sudden bite just below his ear made him jump, “—not here…please. Someone may see us.” Faster than he could really track, he was pulled up from the wooden planks, his hand firmly grasped in one of Naruto’s, and found that he was being led into the forest at the back of the house. When they were well into the trees, Naruto removed his sword, propping it against a tree.

His blue eyes looked black in the dim light of the moon, but Sasuke could still make out the desire he saw in them. “What does Sasuke-dono wish of me?”

There was only one thing that Sasuke really wanted. He could remember, from those times when he was small, the way his brother would touch him. Now, it disgusted him that Itachi had thought it all right to do those things to him. But Naruto was not Itachi. In fact, Naruto was the exact opposite of his brother in every respect that Sasuke could think of. While his brother was tall, dark, and sinister, Naruto was bright, somewhat short, and as honest as a child. If it was Naruto touching him, it would be all right. “Do you want this, Naruto?” he found himself asking suddenly, “Or do you do this only because I ask you to?”

The blonde man stepped toward him. “No…I would do this, even if Sasuke-dono was not my master.” One of his servant’s hands rose, threading through his hair. “Beautiful.” Naruto leaned forward, kissing his lips chastely. “Kind.” His mouth moved to Sasuke’s ear, and he whispered, “Beloved Sasuke-dono…” A knot had begun to form in Sasuke’s chest, and it suddenly loosened at these words. He had no idea that Naruto could be so poetic. And he had never really thought of himself as beautiful…but he would let it go. If Naruto thought he was beautiful, then he must have a strange sense of beauty.

Finally past the point of caring, he said hoarsely, “Kiss me, please, Naruto.” In an instant, his lips were engulfed in a fiery, passionate kiss that curled his bare toes. Hands flew to the sash at his waist, ripping at the knot, and pulling it away. His hakama fell to the leaves of the forest floor. After a long moment, Sasuke stepped away from the fallen garment, and helped with his other clothing. Soon, warm summer night air caressed his skin, as did Naruto’s hands as they glided over his chest, down his back, and any other place they could reach. The heat in his stomach intensified when he felt Naruto untying his own sash. The anticipation was almost too much, and he broke the kiss, panting.

Without any other words spoken, Naruto completely divested himself of his clothing, and stood for a moment before Sasuke. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting silvery puddles of light over them, half-illuminating Naruto’s face, which was fixed in a soft smile. “There is a stream nearby, Sasuke-dono,” Naruto’s voice came slowly, like honey, and he took Sasuke’s hand. “Come with me.” Following without question, he watched the shadows moving over the hard planes of muscle as they rippled with Naruto’s every move. Each passing moment only served to foster his desire, to make it greater with each step toward the gurgling waters that ran to the east of the house.

Naruto stepped in first, checking the water, after which he beckoned to Sasuke. He entered as well, and they waded into the water until it reached their knees. The water was cool, but not frigid, feeling more refreshing than anything else. He sank down into it, and when he was completely seated on the silty bottom, he was not quite chest deep in water. Naruto, on the other hand, seated himself some ways away, with his back against a large rock. With his head tilted back, the moon shining down on him, he looked like some kind of unearthly creature; a river sprite sent to tempt Sasuke to his death. “Sasuke-dono,” he said lowly, almost to softly to be heard, “come to me.”

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Sakura’s eyes opened, bringing her out of a sound sleep. The same presence she’d felt earlier was back again. Or perhaps it never left. Sitting up, she looked around. She was alone. How long had she been asleep? It could not have been too very long, since Sasuke-dono and Naruto were not in the room. “Something is not right,” she murmured.

“Now, why would you say something like that?” Sakura’s eyes widened painfully at the sound of a familiar voice, so close to her ear. Gasping into the large room, she whirled around, coming up on her knees to face the intruder. Even in the dark, she could see the red of Itachi’s eyes. Her heart stopped for an instant. “Hello, little flower.”

Scrabbling backward, she tried her best to get away from him, but her back hit the wall. “I…Itachi-sama…” she breathed, huddling in on herself, trying to seem smaller than she was, and as non-threatening as possible. He was on his feet now, and walked the three strides over to where she was. Looming over her as he did, his face was hidden in shadow. “W-What are you doing in here?” Sakura asked, finally able to look into the darkness of his face, where she knew he was smiling that evil smile down at her.

He lowered himself to the floor before her, kneeling. Itachi then reached forward, taking hold of her chin and making her look at him. His eyes burned into hers, an intensity that frightened her in the extreme. “Come now…where has all your fire gone to?” When she opened her mouth to speak, nothing came out. “What must I do…to bring it back?” Itachi’s face drew close to hers. “Show me,” he whispered, “how you burn.”

Sakura thought fast. He was close. So very close. She could smell him. If she were to lash out at him now, she would certainly be punished. Her fan in her sleeve was tempting her, but that was not an option. The razor-sharp blades would tear through his skin like rice paper, but she knew that she must not. What then? Well…even a servant had the right to defend her honor if it was in danger of being compromised. If he tried anything of the sort, she would strike out at him in any way she could that did not involve her weapon.

Itachi was smirking. He smirked knowingly, as if he was aware of how he flustered her. And of course, that angered her. First, it was only a mild irritation. It felt as if he were making fun of her. Then, when she said nothing, did nothing, his smirk grew wider. His hand moved down to her neck, tracing the skin over her collarbones. Sakura shivered involuntarily. “Burn for me,” he whispered, so very close to her lips. He was only a breath away. Sakura’s chest began to heave. She knew exactly what he was planning. She had not had her first kiss yet, and he wanted it. To be completely honest, she wasn’t exactly very happy about that. There was the phantom sensation of his lips on hers…the prelude to the kiss that felt like a small tickle, making her want to squirm.

Finally, she’d had enough. Smirking just a little herself, Sakura leaned her head back just a little. Looking him directly in the eyes, she said, “Itachi-sama should not play with fire.”

His right eyebrow rose. “Is that right?”

Placing a hand in the middle of his chest, she pushed gently, and he gave way, being now seated in an upright fashion from the pressure of her hand. “Yes, it is. Does Itachi-sama know what happens when he plays with fire?” Sakura got up onto her knees, composing herself and shaking her hair out of her eyes.

“What happens, Sakura?”

He was taunting her, and she knew it. But taunting was something that women were ever so much better at than any man, no matter how clever he was. Giving a low, almost throaty laugh, Sakura leaned forward, placing one hand on his thigh and leaning her weight onto that palm until she was extremely close to his face. He was outwardly calm, but Sakura could feel a very small tremble in his legs. Itachi was never one to like being out of control in any situation. Well…she would have to show him that control comes in many forms. Many indeed. Her other hand pulled the neck of his kimono away from where it had covered his chest, exposing his skin. One fingertip barely touched his flesh, and she felt the tremble under her hand increase.

“Does Itachi-sama really want to play with fire?” Her fingers barely brushed over a patch of skin on his neck, and he inhaled sharply. His eyes slid shut.

“Yes…” he whispered.

“How much does Itachi-sama want to play with fire?” She smiled, her voice showing her amusement as her fingers twined into the hair at the back of his neck.

Itachi groaned heavily, his voice taking on the trembling of his muscles, “Oh…very much.”

“Those who play with fire are very often…” Sakura yanked on his hair, causing his head to be tilted back at an extreme angle. His eyes flew open, and she put on an air of malevolent amusement. Pressing herself against him, she laughed just enough to let her breath warm his lips. “…oh, those people are very often burned.” She released him, and immediately stood. “I would not want Itachi-sama to be burned on my account.”

His face was a mask of shock. Sakura smiled down at him. Itachi slowly got to his feet, and looked down upon her in annoyance. “I could take you, here and now.”

Sakura laughed. “Could you?”

Taking a step closer, Itachi growled, “You know I could.”

“No,” she smiled, stepping up to him and pulling at the front of his kimono until he was at eye level with her. “I do not think that you could.” Her eyes searched his face. “After all, it is the chase you love.” He started, and she laughed at him again. “No, Itachi-sama. You will not have me this night. Though,” Her hand drew down his chest, gliding over the raw silk of his kimono, feeling him shiver again, “I am very sure that you will try again. Am I correct?”

Itachi smirked, his calm regained. “I will have you, Sakura.” His voice became darker, more seductive, and for the first time, she had doubts about who was in control here. “And when I do, you will scream for me.” One of his hands reached out, caressing her lips. “Those lips will know mine, little flower, and your body will beg for me.”

Sakura’s smile returned. Even now, knowing that he would try again, she was victorious this time. “Itachi-sama flatters himself. No part of my body will ever beg for you, Itachi-sama. Now, if you please, I must sleep.”

He turned on his heel, an aura of fury surrounding him. But, before he took another step, Itachi looked over his shoulder. “Do you…touch yourself, little flower?”

The question took her by surprise. A little confused over his motive, she answered him truthfully. “Yes.”

Itachi turned back, smirking as if nothing she had said made a difference. “What do you think of when you touch yourself…do you think of my brother?” Sakura gaped at him. Where was he going with this? “Or…perhaps you think of Naruto-kun?” Itachi leaned down, and Sakura backed away. He followed, and she was once again pressed to the wall. “Think on this, Sakura…my hands caressing your skin…my body pressed against yours…” he leaned his weight against her, and Sakura felt a hard bulge against her hip, “…and this sliding into you, depriving you of your virginity…”

Her eyes grew wide, the picture rising unbidden in her mind. “Get out.” She growled.

Itachi laughed. “Sweet dreams, little flower. I will see you tomorrow.” When the door closed behind him, she slid to the floor. Her eyes closed, and though she tried, she could not shake the image that he had planted in her mind.

“Damn you, Uchiha Itachi.”

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Sasuke panted, trying to relax against the pain. It had been so long, he’d forgotten how much it hurt. “Sasuke-dono…” Naruto groaned, “…sorry…it hurts, I am sorry…” Kisses rained down on his lips as Naruto stilled his movement. He had only just barely entered him, and already it hurt this much. Unable to withstand the fevered kisses for long, he took Naruto’s lips with his, pulling the other man’s tongue into his mouth in a deep, almost feral dance filled with desire. This took his attention away from the pain, and he suddenly relaxed. As though it had been his hesitancy that caused the pain in the first place, Naruto slid into him fully now, and there was no discomfort.

Crying out, he clawed at Naruto’s back. “Oh, gods in Heaven…”

“Sasuke-dono…” Naruto rested his face in the crook of Sasuke’s neck. “You…wonderful…” They both needed a moment to adjust to the new sensations. Sasuke was becoming accustomed to how his legs wrapped around Naruto’s waist, and how he felt so full that he might very well burst at any moment. And Naruto…he was getting used to how very warm it was inside Sasuke. After nearly a full minute, he pulled back, and then pushed into Sasuke once again. The water flowed around them, easing the friction between the two.

“Naruto…oh…please…more…” He was sure it wasn’t supposed to feel this good. It didn’t ever feel this way when Itachi touched him. As he was invaded time and again, he held fast to his lover. When Naruto began to move faster, he felt something tighten inside him, and then he shifted his legs a bit, and he cried out again. “Ah! Naruto…f…faster!” It seemed that there was a special place inside him that if he positioned himself just so, Naruto’s manhood would find it, and pleasure bloomed in spiky flowers all throughout his body.

Doing as he was told, Naruto quickened his pace. Water swirled and splashed around them, and Sasuke’s back slid wetly against the rock. His head fell back against the stone, and Sasuke could hear himself sobbing. Tears ran down his face as he wept in ecstasy.

“S…Sasuke-dono I…coming…” Something hot filled him, and he cried out, spilling himself out into the water around them. “I love you,” Naruto breathed heavily into his ear, “I love you more than my life…Sasuke-dono.”

Sasuke smiled, kissing his lover’s shoulder. “And I love you,” his breath was hot and humid against damp skin. Naruto pulled away, separating their bodies, and he pushed away from the rock, allowing the flow of the river to clean him. Nothing made much sense at the moment. Least of all the fact that he’d just made love with his servant…bodyguard…friend. But then again, it did make a certain amount of sense. How could this much peace not be a good thing?

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